Follow the Fleet Page #2

Gosh, you're glad to see me.

Well, you sure look different.

Don't I?

I'm beginning to feel different.

Kitty, there's a sailor I want to meet.

How do I go about it?

Are you kidding?

No. I mean, are there any rules?

Well, yes and no.

"Yes" before you meet him...

...and "no" after.

Gosh, Sherry, how'd you

ever get in a place like this?

Well, it seems I didn't mean

much after we split up.

For some reason, they're not

interested in a girl dancing alone...

...unless she's got a fan.

Well, a fan doesn't cost much.

Gee, it's swell being with you again.

Friends?

-Friends.

-Let's kiss and make up.

No, let's just make up.

That'll give you something to work for.

Why don't you guys take a walk.

Hiya, baby.

Hello, sailor.

-So you know my name.

-Sure.

Haven't we met before?

That's what I should have said.

No, but haven't we?

Not a chance.

Think I could forget a face like yours?

Well, I must have been mistaken.

But we're meeting now.

Wanna dance?

Oh, I was under the impression

that you didn't dance.

Who, me?

I'm the heavyweight

dance champ of the fleet.

You've got me up

against the ropes here.

Maybe we better sit this one out.

Sure.

This is a lucky night for me, baby.

You're just my type of girl.

Oh, really?

I thought you were the kind of man

who never gives girls a tumble.

You've got some

very funny ideas about me.

Oh, I admit I've been around.

But I've never met one like you, baby.

No, I guess you haven't.

Hey, what's the idea?

It's a line of defense.

Well, watch my maneuvers.

You can't beat the Navy.

All right, sailor. I surrender.

Unconditionally?

Well, I'm willing to discuss terms.

Okay, baby. Let's get out of here.

Let's find someplace

where we can talk.

I'll go ransom my hat

and meet you at the back exit.

And don't walk out on me.

-Where's Connie?

-Dropped in a minute ago...

...and said she was leaving,

for you not to worry.

Poor kid. I'll bet she was scared

with all these sailors around.

Thanks.

All right, everybody.

And now, as you know...

...the Paradise Club holds its popular

Saturday night dance contest.

Mr. Weber will tap the shoulders

of the eliminated couples...

...and as usual, your applause

will decide the winners.

I thank you.

-Kind of neat, huh?

-Kind of.

Listen, my enlistment's up in the spring.

Then we'll pick up where we left off,

only this time you'll ask me to marry you.

The Navy must be a wonderful institution.

It produces such a modest,

shrinking type of man.

Yeah, doesn't it?

Go away.

How do you like that?

On my dime, he wants to cut in.

The village cutups.

Wait a minute.

This is the dance contest.

-Is it?

-I'm not supposed to be in it.

-Why not?

-Because it's for guests.

Well, I'm a guest. Ten cents' worth.

No, I don't think I'd better.

Maybe you're right. You probably couldn't

keep up with me anymore anyway.

You think not? Well, I'm not so

sure you could keep up with me.

Gosh, you've kind of taken

the wind out of my sails.

There aren't any sails these days, baby.

Just steam, full steam ahead.

Come on, let me get you

something to eat.

-Don't tell me you can cook too.

-Oh, yes.

You don't know the kind

of person I really am.

Well, you've given me a faint idea.

Oh, boy.

Say, I haven't seen the inside

of an icebox since I left home.

Where is your home?

Texas.

I've been back once or twice

to see my mother.

-She never knows when I'm gonna turn up.

-Don't you ever write her?

I'm no good at writing.

Don't know what to say.

You could say you love her.

What's the use? She knows that.

Custard pie.

-Now, don't tell me you made this too.

-I made it.

Sweetheart, you've got everything.

I knew it from the first minute I saw you.

-Bilge, I've got to tell you the truth.

-About what?

Well, the first time you saw me,

you acted as my escort.

Remember the funny-looking girl

with glasses who bought your ticket?

-Yeah.

-Well, that was me.

Well, what was the getup for?

It wasn't a getup.

Until tonight, those were the kind

of clothes I wore. That was the real me.

Well, how do you like that?

But that doesn't make any difference.

I'm nuts about you anyway.

Say, Connie, what are you?

A teacher.

I knew it.

Yes, a music teacher.

Well, that ain't so bad.

Oh, Miss Martin, I want to speak to you.

Mr. Weber, I want you to meet

Mr. Baker, a friend of mine.

Mr. Baker is a guest.

-Oh, how do you do?

-How are you?

Mr. Weber owns the Paradise Club.

Is that so?

Not a bad little spot

you got here, Mr. Weber.

It isn't right

for Miss Martin though.

She's used to working

in a nicer atmosphere.

Oh, you don't like this atmosphere.

It's all right for some people...

...but not for Miss Martin.

And who are you?

Me? I'm her manager.

I see. Well, I think you'd better

go manage her somewhere else.

Beginning right now.

Pick up your salary

in the morning, Miss Martin.

Good night.

Well, I fixed that.

You fixed me.

I did that on purpose. I don't want you

working in a place like this.

I'll take you to see Jim Nolan.

I'll get him to put you in his show.

-He'll do that.

-It might have been better to wait...

...until we were sure.

Now, I'll take care of everything.

That's exactly what's worrying me.

Bilge, how long are

you going to be here?

We're having war games.

We don't know.

-Maybe in a week. Maybe tonight.

-Oh, no.

Don't you worry.

We'll be back in the spring.

The night the fleet arrives

you and me have got a date.

-Honest?

-The minute we hit port.

-Soon after that, I'm out of the Navy.

-Really? What are you going to do then?

Gonna stick to the sea.

Oh, I love the sea too.

My father was a sea captain.

You know, that's what I want to be.

I'm taking my chief petty

officer exams now.

Then I'm going to try for my master's

papers in hopes that I can get a ship.

Bilge, I've got a ship.

-What?

-Yes, come here.

Here it is.

It's a model of the real one.

It was my dad's ship.

He died of a broken heart when

she ran aground off the north coast.

I wouldn't want my ship

to run aground either.

Dad left my sister Sherry

what little money he had.

And he left me the ship because

he knew how much she meant to me.

Boy, she's a beauty.

I've always had dreams of sailing on her

again as I did when I was a kid.

A steam schooner,

just the kind I like to feel under me.

Baby, I'd like to be captain of your ship.

I wanna sail under my own steam to

China, India and those spiggoty ports.

So do I.

I've always wanted to sail on her

to all those spiggoty places...

...with my husband at the helm.

-Holy cat.

-What's the matter?

I gotta be going.

Gotta be back onboard by 12:00.

-Oh, gee.

-Sorry.

Well....

-Hello, Connie. Is Sherry home?

-Not yet. She's a little later than usual.

What's happened to you, Connie?

You look swell.

May I present Mr. Smith. A friend

of my sister's, Mrs. Manning.

How do you do?

How do you do?

-I'm sorry to have broken in like this.

-Oh, no, that's all right. Don't go.

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